Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Last Kiss

Fog thickening a mind
  seldom penetrated
Only at rarest of intervals in the
  autumn sunsets of life long lingered

A bygone melody piercing the gloom
  the scene fairly mocked him
Then floated off, leaving a groan
  in its sacred place

Yet a thrill ran up his spine
  his hair on end
Finding his lips pursed
  in long-forgotten anticipation

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Juliet Ligon May 19, 2021 at 8:02 AM So romantic. Gershon Wolf May 19, 2021 at 5:41 PM Pretty unusual coming from me... Thanks, Juliet

Caren Krutsinger May 18, 2021 at 1:01 PM This is beautiful! "A bygone melody piercing the gloom the scene fairly mocked him Then floated off, leaving a groan in its sacred place"

Kim Rodrigues May 17, 2021 at 4:12 AM Those last two lines! Gershon Wolf May 19, 2021 at 5:40 PM You know who wrote them?! (If so, please text me at ...........). ~ Confused